I saw him, I saw him, there he is right over there Over there, I see him, okay, I got a message for you Infamous, you tell that son of a bitch He's made a big mistake and you tell him personally From me and stay outta here Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about Real loaded, in the flesh An' we know where we aimin' Check me out Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter With the gat, I'm like [Incomprehensible] paintin' that picture Listen to the word, take it as a jewel If I'm fuckin' your 'burb, just maintain cool 'Cause I won't take a L Whether in your crib or the outside world 'Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me? The warnin' that I gave 'em Get at me, you an' what army? The fashion-ass niggas, you hang with Have a plate of grave shift, man Down nigga, it's the same shit Niggas like kids an' I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision An' I'm pickin' niggas off with the sharp precision Niggas need to see the wis' Because they heart is missin' Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Yeah, nigga, what's beef? Shotties an' macks Little two shots, four pounds an' techs, arms an' chest Bag your strength, nigga, them bombs an' fists Knives an' forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Just move on them niggas with excessive force An' don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, knuckles an' gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches an' friends It get deeper than deep, dirty an' foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down Innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Get at me, niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be Now we all get to know what it's like When some asshole's gonna step out of the dark And blow your head off I want you to know what it's like to live that way First of all, we the one an' only, infamous It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it First of all, we the one and only 'Til the name wear out © BMG SONGS, INC.; JUVENILE HELL PUBLISHING; CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; A MAMAN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com